Stuck In Minecraft

Cluck! Cluck cluck, cluck. Oh, sorry. Sometimes I forget who I’m talking to and I speak in Chicken. But you’re a human. A person. So I will speak in human. English, to be precise. This is the story of how I turned into a Minecraft chicken. I wish it was a different story. I wish I turned into a Minecraft zombie or enderman or even the Enderdragon. But I didn’t turn into a zombie. I turned into a Minecraft chicken, possibly the most lame creature in all of Minecraftia.

That’s chicken for "I just got blown up into a million pieces by some TNT." It’s not as bad as it sounds, especially when you can respawn! If you can’t tell, I’m a chicken. A Minecraft chicken, to be precise. But I used to be a kid, just like you, before I got stuck inside a video game.

I used to be a regular kid, until I got stuck in Minecraft. But you probably know that, right? Amelia and I are busy decoding the second clue when we get a request from our favourite farting creeper to join the battle. But there’s no way we can make it on time… unless we find a shortcut. Along the way we meet some forgetful players, fortune-telling endermen and a witch who we highly suspect eats children. Or at least baby villagers.